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Talking Myths - An online archive of traditional tales from Indian subcontinent
Didactic Tales

Story of three friends

 

Many tales from the Indian subcontinent are dedicated to understanding and explaining human behaviour. Stories from Panchatantra are well known for explaining human behaviour through animal characters. In particular, tales about friends are a common motif explored to provide insight into human nature. The following tale is from Kathasaritsagar, a collection of various tales originally written in 18 volumes, compiled by 11th c. Sanskrit pandit, Somadeva.

Tittibha, a bird lived with his wife near the sea shore. He was very happy, as his wife was about to lay eggs. One day the lady bird said to Tittibha “We should move away from the sea shore. I am afraid that the sea might wash away our eggs”. But Tittibha was very confident and said, “Oh my dear. Don’t you worry. The sea cannot challenge me”. Lady bird was amused and said ” Don’t you think your words reek of arrogance. How can you match the mighty ocean? We must follow good advice, otherwise we might lose our little ones.” Then she reminded Tittibha of the story of the tortoise and swans. While transporting the tortoise to a large pond, with him dangling on a stick gripping the stick with his mouth, the swans had advised the tortoise not to open his mouth. But the foolish tortoise saw the crowd below cheering and opened his mouth, lost his grip, and fell to the ground and was dashed to death. “We must prevail in good sense and follow the advice given to us by good people”. Tittibha retorted, “That might be true dear. But listen to another story and you will understand my plan to deal with the mighty ocean”. Thus he narrated the story to his beloved wife.

There were three fish friends by the name, Anagatavidhata, Pratyutpannamati, and Yadbhavishya who lived in a pond. One day a fisherman passed by the pond and he saw the pond filled to the brim with water, he said to himself, ” There must be a large amount of fish in this pond. I must come with my net, and I am sure I will get a good catch”. Hearing this Anagatavidhata decided to leave the pond and he swam away into a nearby river. But Pratyutpannamati and Yadbhavisha stayed on thinking they will deal with the danger when it comes. Few days later the fisherman arrived with his huge net and threw it into the pond. Both Pratyutpannamati and Yadbhavishya got caught in the net. Pratyutpannamati stood still without any movement, as if he were dead. But Yadbhavishya, like other fishes, tried to escape the net trying to jump back into the pond waters. When the fisherman pulled the net out, indeed he had got a good catch as he had anticipated. So he started picking up the fresh fish and dumped all the dead fish back into the waters. Since Pratyutpannamati was lying still without moving, the fisherman thought it was dead and flung it back into the pond. Pratyutpannamati instantly swam deep into the waters and escaped. But Yadbhavisha kept struggling to escape from the net, and was killed.

“So my dear wife, like Pratyutpannamati who devised a plan and fearlessly faced danger, I will make a plan and face the sea. For now, let us not live in fear.” Assured by Tittibha’s words, the lady bird stayed by the sea side and as the time came she laid three healthy eggs. One night the high tide waters of the sea rose up and carried away the eggs. Lady bird wailed in pain” Tittibha, didn’t I warn you. Look, the wicked sea has taken all our eggs”. Tittibha, consoled his lady bird and said ” My dear don’t cry. I will teach a lesson to the sea and bring back the eggs”. He gathered a large group of birds and went to the king of birds- Garuda. Tittibha praised Garuda with flattering words and then begged for his protection by narrating his problem .Garuda was pleased to hear all the praises showered upon him. But he was unable to resolve Tittibha’s problem. The mighty ocean was beyond the scope of his powers. Garuda realised if he did not help Tittibha, the whole bird kingdom would lose faith in him as their king . So Garuda appealed to his master Vishnu and explained his predicament. Vishnu dried up the sea with fire and forced the ocean to return Tttibha’s eggs.

This story talks about three friends and the different approaches to life. Anagatavidhat was cautious and he immediately left the pond to avoid danger. Yadbhavishya was foolish as he believed and blindly followed Pratyutpannamati’s words and went on to face danger without a plan, and lost his life. But Pratyutpannamati was shrewd. He had already devised the plan to save his life. But it is Tittibha , who knew how to devices a strategy and extract help from people in times of need.

Story Collected By : Vidya Kamat
Text Source: Tales from Kathasarita By Arshia Sattar
Location: Pan India

Image copyright: Vidya Kamat

September 17, 2021by admin
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Didactic Tales

When snake overcame his anger

 

The image of a snake or serpent brings to the mind those archetypal associations of jealousy, animosity, vindictiveness, and even anger. Indian mythology is replete with serpent stories portraying various aspects of this archetypal symbol. But what if a snake gives up his natural tendency of animosity and vindictiveness and turn into a kind and benevolent creature? The great acharya Ramakrishna Paramhansa told the following story to his disciples while explaining the role and function of anger.

Once upon a time, a group of cowherds used to graze their cows in a nearby pasture. A venomous snake had made a corner of this grass field into his abode, and was notorious for biting and killing anyone who ventured into that area. Everyone was scared of him and avoided the area he occupied. One day a holy man from the nearby village came passing through the grass field. The cowherd boys came running towards the holy man and warned him “Oh sir, Please avoid crossing that area as a dangerous snake lives there, he might bite you”. The Brahmana said “ I am not afraid of snakes because I know a secret mantra that can make snake poison ineffective. This mantra will protect me. “Saying thus he walked on towards the pasture. As the boys were scared, they did not dare to accompany him. Suddenly, the snake slithered out of the bushes, reared up, spread his hood and came hissing towards the Brahmana ready to strike him down. Seeing the snake Brahmana began chanting his mantra and the snake immediately lost its power and fell limp at his feet like a worm.

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July 29, 2020by admin
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Didactic Tales

A Lesson in Maya

There are many tales in Puranas where god Vishnu explains the concept of maya to the wandering mendicant Narada. In each of those tales Vishnu puts Narada through different experiences of life to make him understand the ultimate grip of maya that overwhelms the human mind. In this story, Vishnu yet again gives a lesson in maya, this time by making Narada experience the female body, and what it mean to be a woman.

Once Narada, came to visit Vishnu, while he was making love to Lakshmi. Watching Narada enter the room, Lakshmi hastily left the room. Narada asked Vishnu – “ Oh supreme God! Why did you stop making love? I am an ascetic who is in complete control of senses. I have conquered maya… You need not have stopped making love midway, for I have no desires left for this world.”

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December 5, 2017by admin
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Didactic Tales

Still mind, still water

 

Recently a friend of mine, while trudging through Mumbai traffic, remarked that the only way he can navigate through the city’s clogged arteries is to remind himself about the Buddhist story of the still mind.

“Tell me the story, so I can use it too.” I said and this is what he told me.

Buddha was travelling with a small entourage of disciples preaching the tenets of Buddhism. As they were passing by a small pond, Buddha looked at one of his followers and said, “Get me some water from the pond. I am thirsty”.

The disciple walked towards the pond, but as he was about to fill up the vessel, a bullock cart came through the pond. As a result the waters of the pond turned turbid. “How can I give this muddy water to my master”, thought the disciple. He came back and reported, “Master, the water is very muddy and not fit to drink.”

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September 17, 2017by admin
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Didactic Tales

Pride goes before a fall

cottontreeOn the slopes of Himawat, once stood a lovely Salmali tree. It was a very large tree under whose shade travellers took shelter, hermits practised penances, birds and butterflies took refuge. It was said that Lord Brahma himself had rested under the shade of the Salmali after he had finished creating the Universe.

‘What a gorgeous tree!’ exclaimed Sage Narada, who happened to pass by this beautiful Salmali tree one day. ‘Surely, you enjoy the benevolence of Vayu, the wind-god, whose wrath does not spare even the tallest trees that stand in his way,’ Narada remarked.

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April 23, 2017by admin
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Fables

The Frog King and the Snake

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The Snake Mandyavishya was growing old. With no strength and speed to catch his prey, he would go hungry for days.  One day, while searching for some form of sustenance, he saw a pond full of frogs. Mandyavishya’s mouth watered at the thought of frogs for dinner and he hatched a plan.

He made his way stealthily to the edge of the pond and quietly lay there without making any move to hunt the frogs. As the frogs saw the snake, they swam away. But when they realised that the snake was not interested in them, they let their guard down. One curious little frog decided to find out what the problem was.  Inching little close to the banks where the serpent lay, he asked “O snake, it is your nature to kill frogs and eat. But you seem to be least interested. What is the matter? Why are you lying so quietly on the banks of this pond?”

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June 29, 2016by admin
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Tales of Spirits

The spirit of the tiger goddess

The Tuluva community, an ethno linguistic group of people who were originally from the Mangalore and adjoining region in Karnataka and also from a region in Kerala believe that the ‘bhutas’ (the spirit world) deserve to be worshipped with the same devotion and fervour as we do for our ‘devas’ (gods). For themthe spirit deities are divine beings, showering mercy on those who invest their faith in them. They officiate as tutelary spirits of certain families, villages or regions. They treat human beings as their foster children, protect cattle and crops and look after their health and welfare. In return they expect prayers and customary offerings.

One such spirit that is worshipped by this community is Pilichandi. It is a totem spirit. Pilichandithe people believe is the goddess who protects her people against the menace of the tiger, she is Tiger Chamundi. The Sanskritized form of her name is VyaghraChamundi.

The goddess has an interesting story. Shiva and Parvati, during one of their visits to earth,blessed a pair of birds and gave them the status of a married couple. The female bird was soon pregnant and she desired the pollen of a flower that was so rare that it bloomed in a spot that lay beyond the seven seas. The male bird, eager to please his wife,flew across the oceans and found the flower. It was late evening by the time he reached and as he put his beak inside the flower, the petals closed in, thus imprisoning the bird.

The female bird grew anxious when her partner failed to return and she prayed to Shiva, promising to offer him one of her progenies if the male bird returned safely. As desired the petals opened and the male bird flew back home. They honoured their promise made to Shiva and offered him one of their eggs. The egg however fell down and cracked; from the tiny opening emerged a tiny tiger. Parvatireared the tiger and gave it the charge of grazing the cows. However every evening when she counted her cattle in the shed, she discovered that the herd was always short by a cow. Soon a tawny coloured cow also known as kabettipetta (kabetti means tawny in colour) whose milk was reserved for Shiva also went missing. Shiva decided to spy on the cowherd, in this case the tiger and stealthily observed the entire play of events as they unfolded the next day.

First, the tiger ate the fruits of the amla tree and drank the water from the brook. Now it is a fact that when one drinks a glass of water after eating the amla fruit the water does taste sweet. The tiger assumed that if the water of the brook was so sweet, the blood of the cows that drank from the brook would be sweet too. And so he hadbeen killing a cow everyday.

Shiva ordered the tiger to go down to earth as a spirit to guard the animals and crops and to protect his devotees and punish the sinners.

During the Bhuta kola ritual performances in villages in Karnataka, there is a man dressed as Pilichandi. The impersonator makes up his face to look ferocious. Deep yellow is used as the base colour, with a red naama (tilak) on the forehead and white or black lines on both cheeks with dots to present a picture of a tiger. The man is said to be possessed by the spirit and in some places, rides a wooden dummy of a tiger that has been made specifically for the occasion and moves though the village in a procession of devotees.
(Also read other Tales of Spirits here)

STORY COLLECTED BY: Asha Kamath
LOCATION: Karnataka

October 1, 2014by admin
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Didactic Tales

Maya: The Unanswered Question

Since time immemorial, ‘Maya’ has been a source of intrigue. Just what is Maya? Is it an elusive illusion, or is it a mirage, which leads an individual to temptation, only to face reality with a harsh lesson and at times quite harsh. Maya has led to many realisations and understanding of it has generally been one-directional, i.e. from the perspective of a story or the lesson learnt. For want of any other way, here is one more perspective of Maya, which was told to Andre Malraux (a French novelist & art theorist) in Varanasi, by a passerby, who forced Malraux to listen to the story. The incident was recorded in Malraux’s ‘Anti Memoirs’, which goes as follows –

Narada, the itinerant divine sage roaming the three worlds, sowing seeds of discord and inveterate experimenter, goes up to Vishnu and demands that ‘Maya’ be explained to him. Vishnu is silent. Narada is not one to be denied. He insists so persistently that the god has to answer him.

‘Maya cannot be explained, it has to be experienced,’ said Vishnu. ‘If you can’t explain what you create, then I won’t believe in you,’ retorts the never-say-die sage. Quickly deserting his serpent couch for the fate of gods in whom humans do not believe is shrouded in uncertainty–Vishnu beckons him to follow.

Walking together, they reach a desert where Vishnu sits down under a tree and exclaims, ‘I am so tired, Narada! Take this lota (a vessel to carry water) and get me some water from that oasis. When you return I will explain Maya to you.’ Eager to plumb the mystery, Narada speeds off to the oasis and finds a well there beside a hut. He calls out, and a lovely girl opens the door. Looking into her eyes, Narada is reminded of the compelling eyes of Vishnu. She invites him in and disappears indoors. Her parents come out and greet the guest, requesting him to rest and eat after his journey through the burning sands before he returns with the lota of water. Thinking of the lovely girl, Narada agrees. Night falls, and they urge him to leave in the cool morning. Awakening in the morning, Narada looks out and sees the girl bathing beside the well. He forgets about the lota of water. He stays on. The parents offer him their daughter’s hand in marriage. Narada accepts, and settles down here. Children arrive; the parents-in-law die; Narada inherits the property. 12 years go by. Suddenly the floods arrive–floods in the desert! His house is washed away. His wife is swept away. Reaching out to clutch her, he loses hold of his children who disappear in the waters. Narada is submerged in the floods and loses consciousness.
Narada awakens, his head pillowed in someone’s lap. Opening his eyes he gazes into the eyes of Vishnu, seated at the desert’s edge under that same tree, those eyes that remind him of his wife’s. ‘Narada,’ asks Vishnu, ‘where is the lota of water?’ Narada asked, ‘You mean, all that happened to me did not happen to me?’ Vishnu smiled his enigmatic smile.

Does that answer your query of Maya? If it doesn’t, then you know why Maya is elusive!

STORY COLLECTED BY Dr. Pradip Bhattacharya
STORY TOLD BY Prof. P. Lal
TEXT SOURCE ‘Anti Memoirs’ by Andre Malraux published in 1967
LOCATION Varanasi
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